1949. Abitibi. For his son Louis, an adorable kid with laughing dimples, Robert Sincenne is a hero. But for the bosses of the mine where he works, the Catholic Church and the all-powerful Prime Minister of Quebec, Maurice Duplessis, he is the enemy. A communist and free-thinker, Robert wants to head the Sullidor Mining union. When his rival Richard Bombardier is accidentally killed, his fate is sealed. At least for a while, before he goes into exile. Nine years later, little Louis became friends with Némésis, the daughter of Bombardier's widow. Their complicity will take them all the way to Ireland. André Forcier returns for his 12th film in the more social vein of his sublime L'eau chaud, l'eau frette and Bar Salon. Without of course losing an ounce of its provocation. Raw, ironic, satirical but also tender and endearing, I remember plays with shadows and lights in magnificent black and white to destabilize preconceived ideas while bringing together the cream of local actors (Céline Bonnier, Gaston Lepage, Rémy Girard , Hélène Bourgeois-Leclerc, France Castel, Roy Dupuis…) and revisit the history of Quebec in its own way. But make no mistake! If Forcier evokes a time that those under 20 would do well to know, it is also about Quebec today that he speaks to us. The words national identity have rarely resonated so loudly.